It drips from your mouth
In lurid gobs of cruelty-
That impenetrable guard
You cloak around yourself.
A grisly sort of miasma
Comprised of rabid fury
And a mind numbing loneliness
You are hiding within.
It rips,
from heavy fighting eyes,
Those fear striking glares.
Instilling a daunting resolution
Deep inside myself;
I will not leave you.
I'll stand here and wait,
'Till your smile kisses mine eyes
In the dearest kind of victory,
As your soul whispers gently
That the battle ceases to rage
And your heart is open and ready
For mine's sweet taking.









I wish you luck! 
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